Myself is Kenelm Chillingly, son and heir to a rich gentleman.

But a fellow with a knapsack on his back, sleeping at wayside inns, is not at all like Kenelm Chillingly; especially if he is very short of money and may come to want a dinner.

Perhaps that sort of fellow may take a livelier view of things: he can't take a duller one.

Courage, Myself: you and I can but try." For the next two days Kenelm was observed to be unusually pleasant.

He yawned much less frequently, walked with his father, played piquet with his mother, was more like other people.